flying through clouds of uncertainty on wings of existential dread
If you could just paint tattoos on and they stayed, I would be all over that and also possibly make some regrettable choices.
Speaking of regrettable choices, it looks like there really is no way out of it. Short of a handy lightning bolt (I will give up bacon, seriously!), we’re about to get saddled with shitface dicksore as our motherfucking president, and uuuuggggghhhhh. I know I’ve already pimped the ACLU at least once here, but whatever, they are my sweet justice loving snookiebears and here comes another link. This is less a petition and more a letter of intent, and that works well with my current mood of LADYRAGE.